By PitTickler
“What do you mean, ‘It’s gone’?” Lex Luthor’s normally pale face became livid with anger, and a prominent vein in his forehead began to twitch. “How can a secured facility covering several city blocks, and being patrolled by my so-called elite armed guards, just blow itself off the face of the map?”
The infamous Luthor fury is a thing to be feared. Simmons, a senior LuthorCorp employee to whom had fallen the unpleasant task of explaining the previous night’s disaster to the junior Mr. Luthor, knew only too well what happens to those unfortunate enough to find themselves on Lex Luthor’s bad side. He knew that he’d better choose his words more carefully now than he ever had before.
“Your arson specialists have determined that multiple bombs went off simultaneously deep within the building, Mr. Luthor. This was the work of a crack team of saboteurs.”
“I want a full report on my desk in one hour, Simmons. Do I make myself clear? One hour! Or you can kiss your job and your sorry ass goodbye!”
“Yes, Mr. Luthor, I understand. You’ll have the report within the hour, Sir.”
Lex slammed his cell phone down on his desk with such force that he cracked the plate glass. Nor was this the first time; Lex employed a glazier full-time to repair such incidental damage resulting from his volatile temper.
Pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, Lex looked up when the courier knocked. He grabbed the report and immediately began to scan its contents. When the courier failed to sense Luthor’s mood and leave without being acknowledged, Lex slammed the office door in his face.
Lex talked to himself out loud as he studied the report. “Since the bombs went off simultaneously, they had to have been planted by several individuals who had the ability to slip by my men, plant the explosives in key locations, and exit the facility quickly, again without being detected. They knew the building, so they must’ve had access to the blueprints. They had cunning; they had speed; they had technological know-how. And I know of only a handful of individuals who could have pulled this off: Clark Kent . . . that Bart kid I captured and was holding in my electric cage – whoever did this must have freed him first . . . and that Green Arrow character. And Oliver Queen was probably involved in this somehow, because my men tell me that he left town right after it happened.”
Lex dropped the report on his desk and started pacing again. “One of my security guards said he heard someone who sounded exactly like Clark Kent, so he’s suspect number one. But with his abilities, I can’t force him to do anything. My only trump card with him is Lana, and he knows I won’t do anything to harm her.”
“Even if I knew where Bart was, I couldn’t catch him again. He’d be too wary after the electric cage incident. That leaves Green Arrow and Oliver. And since Oliver’s already skipped town, I’m left with Green Arrow. Happily, he’s the only suspect with no apparent super-powers. But how can I trap him? What have I got that he – “
Lex snapped his fingers. “That’s it! He must have destroyed my building because he thought it was the epicenter of my research on the meteor freaks. Well, if that’s what he wants, I’ll just have to give it to him!”
He picked up his cell phone again and speed-dialed a number. “Simmons? If you still expect to be working for me tomorrow, find the whereabouts of Green Arrow. I have a personal invitation to give him..”
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“Green Arrow, you have an urgent call.”
Oliver, clearly annoyed, snapped at Bart. “I told you that I was working on an important project and wasn’t to be disturbed.”
“But Mr. Luthor was insistent. He said you’d definitely want to -“
“Did you say ‘Mr. Luthor’? Hand me that phone.” Oliver took the cellular device and spoke into it. “This is Green Arrow.” “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. Am I correct in assuming that you and your little group were responsible for leveling my building?”
A smirk played across Oliver’s face. “Yes, Mr. Luthor, you are correct. We’re rather proud of that effort, actually.”
Now’s the time to lay in on thick, Lex mused. “I’ve done a lot of thinking since that building fell, Green Arrow. Your group is obviously passionate about shutting down my research on the, uh, extraordinarily gifted population. I’d like you to meet with me in person and explain why.”
Oliver’s cautious nature told him to be wary of Lex Luthor. It’s very possible that this is a trap, he told himself. Still, if there’s even a remote chance of convincing Luthor to stop the research, we could focus our efforts on helping Clark find the remaining Phantom Zone escapees.
Lex continued with his honeyed ploy. “You can name any neutral spot you wish. My only stipulation is that you come alone. If you can convince me that my research is morally wrong, I’ll pull the plug on it immediately. In fact, I’ll let you help, so you can ensure that the last vestige of the research is destroyed.”
Green Arrow hesitated for only a moment. “All right, Mr. Luthor. I’ll arrange for us to meet on a private jet owned by my friend Oliver Queen. At two o’clock tomorrow afternoon, be at the Metropolis Airport. Go to the VIP phone and follow the instructions you’re given. You’ll be brought to me, and we’ll have our meeting.”
“As you wish, Green Arrow. And thank you for this opportunity,” Lex intoned. And as he pushed the “end” button on his cell phone, he said aloud, “Step into my parlor, Green Arrow..”
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“Thank you for accompanying me to my main research facility, Green Arrow.” Lex Luthor said. “Your arguments were so compelling yesterday that I felt I had to close down this facility immediately. And I wanted you to have the honor of releasing the research subjects I’ve been holding here.”
“I should be thanking you, Mr. Luthor,” replied Green Arrow.
Luthor smiled charmingly. “Please – call me Lex.” Stopping just outside the entrance to the building, Luthor pushed a button on the wall and spoke his full name. While a voice analyzer verified his identity, a retina reader scanned his eye. “You can see that I spared no expense to ensure the security of this project.” The green light flashed, multiple locks disengaged, and Luthor waved Green Arrow in. “After you.”
They crossed the building’s impressive foyer, rode an elevator up fifteen floors, turned a sharp corner, and walked down a long corridor, finally stopping before a bank of cell-like rooms.
“Please, Green Arrow, do the honors. Just push this red button, and all the cell doors will open simultaneously, releasing the research subjects.”
Green Arrow, jubilant at his apparent victory, ignored his instincts and reached out to push the button – which was really a panic button that would instantly summon Lex Luthor’s security detail. Luthor simply stepped back and let his men surround the unbelieving Green Arrow. Before he’d even had time to react, Green Arrow’s body had been hit by six stun rays at once. His body crumpled to the floor.
Green Arrow came to with a moan. He was in one of the cell-like rooms he’d seen just before he’d pushed the button that had called Luthor’s goons, and he was lying naked on a padded examination table. Padded restraints held his ankles, thighs, wrists, and upper arms tightly. The only part of his body he could move was his head.
“Welcome back, Green Arrow – or should I say, Oliver Queen?” sneered Lex Luthor. “I must say it was a pleasant surprise to find that I’d felled two birds with one stone, so to speak.”
As Green Arrow became more lucid, his outrage grew. “You – you lied to me!”
“Indeed,” Luthor stated dryly. “It never ceases to amaze me that you goody-goody superhero types expect everyone else to be as truthful as you are. It’s a pity that the real world doesn’t operate according to your high moral standards.” Luthor circled Green Arrow’s helpless body like a cat preparing to sample a canary dinner. “It will give me the greatest of pleasures to dispose of you in a slow and decidedly unpleasant manner. But first, I need some information that you have. Tell me, Oliver: Where are the rest of your superhero buddies? I’d love for them to watch while I dispose of you.”
“More likely, you’d like to make research subjects of them, too,” spat Green Arrow. “I won’t give you the satisfaction!”
Luthor sighed. “Too bad you’re not in a cooperative mood. But I’m sure I can convince you to be more helpful.” He stopped beside Oliver and pulled a syringe full of neon-green fluid from his coat pocket. “This concoction is a little invention I came up with a while back, and I’ve been waiting for just the right opportunity to try it.”
Green Arrow winced as the needle sank deep into his thigh muscle. The glowing liquid burned as it entered his tissues. “What – what will it do to me?”
“It’s a unique solution made from green meteor rock, human endorphins, and a few other odds and ends that act as catalysts. To put it simply, in ten minutes it will make your skin exquisitely sensitive to the touch. Even if you weren’t ticklish before, this concoction will make you extremely ticklish. And if you were ticklish before – well, let’s just say that you’ll find being tickled almost unbearable.”
Lex watched Oliver’s face as the words sank in, and he was gratified to see that Oliver’s normally fair skin grew pale. Oh, no! Oliver thought. I was excruciatingly ticklish before he injected that stuff! How will I be able to stand it now?
Luthor bent over until his face was mere inches from Oliver’s nose. “Now, where shall we start? How about your belly button?” Lex pulled a stiff green feather six inches long from his coat pocket, and gleefully showed it to Oliver. “I thought the green feather was just the right touch of irony . . . and speaking of touch -” Lex lowered the feather closer and closer to the exposed navel of his captive.
Oliver didn’t know what to expect. His belly button was one of the very few places on his body that had never responded to tickling. But that was before Lex injected that evil green fluid! Oliver’s worst fears were about to be realized..
The moment the surface of the feather grazed the soft skin of his cute “innie” belly button, Oliver let out an involuntary shriek. Lex had been telling the truth! The ticklish sensations that exploded along Oliver’s nerves were far worse than when he was tickled in his most sensitive areas before! His body tried to thrash and buck to get away from the relentless twirling feather. But alas, Lex’s restraints were very effective, and Oliver couldn’t budge an inch to escape the feather’s ravages.
When Lex finally pulled the feather away, Oliver’s tortured body slumped back onto the exam table. The sweat that covered his well-conditioned form made it glisten, and Luthor was surprised to find his cock twitching at the sight. He threw the feather down. “I think I’ll find this information-gathering session more interesting if I take a hands-on approach.” He held his hands up for Oliver to see and wiggled his fingers menacingly. “Now which spot shall I try next? How about your feet?” He moved to the foot of the table and ran the nail of his right index finger up the sole of Oliver’s helpless left foot. Oliver screamed like a frightened girl. His feet had always been sensitive, but that single stroke had nearly made him lose control of his bladder!
“Or maybe here?” Luthor poked Oliver in the ribs, eliciting another screech. Oliver had never been a praying man, but now he found himself begging, God, please, PLEASE don’t let him tickle my armpits!
And it seemed his prayer was answered, because Luthor moved back to the foot of the table. “I liked the response I got down here. And if tickling one foot doesn’t get the results I want, I can always tickle them both at the same time!”
Oliver blanched. He knew he was in for the tickling of his life. He tried to steel himself against the horrible sensations that he knew were coming, but as soon as Luthor’s fingertips touched the sole of his left foot, Oliver’s resolve crumbled in a split-second. This was worse than any torture he could have imagined!
“Oh, God, no no no NOOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA! Not THERE! Not my FEET HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! I can’t TAKE it there HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STOP STOP STOP! I’ll talk! I’ll TALK!”
“That’s better,” Luthor said. “But if you don’t tell me what I want to know – if this is just a ploy to stop the tickling – I promise you it will be much worse when I continue! Now, where are your super-powered friends?”
A moment before, Oliver had fully intended to tell Luthor everything. But now that the awful tickling had stopped and his breathing was returning to normal, his cockiness reasserted itself. “Well, let me think . . . Superman is in Piss-off-land, Bart went to Go-fuck-yourself-town, and -“
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Luthor was instantly enraged. “Now you’ll pay for that smart-assed mouth of yours!” He picked up a bottle of baby oil, poured some into his left hand, and began applying it to Oliver’s bare soles. Even this made Oliver laugh until his stomach hurt. Then Luthor wiped his hands on a towel and picked up another bottle. He squeezed some of the lotion into his hand and applied it to Oliver’s already-oiled feet. “If you thought you were ticklish before, you’ll find yourself in TICKE HELL now!” And Luthor began tickling both of Oliver’s doubly-slick feet at once.
At the first touch of Luthor’s wiggling fingers, Oliver’s eyes bugged out of their sockets. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! NO NO NO NOOOOOOO! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’M SORRY HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! I’ll tell you-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo stop stop STOP HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Luthor you bastard HO-HO-HO-HO-HO STOP TICKLING ME-HEE-HEE-HEE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“You can promise to tell me what I want to know, but now it’s too late! You’ll tell me, all right, but only after I make you pay dearly for taking me for a fool! I’m going to tickle you TO DEATH!”
And indeed, Luthor tried. After five minutes Oliver screamed in anguish and lost control of his bladder, pissing all over the exam table. Luthor just kept tickling. He tickled both of Oliver’s feet, concentrating on the areas just below and in between the toes. Then he moved on to Oliver’s knees and quads, followed by his inner thighs. When Luthor began feather-tickling his balls, Oliver became aroused. Luthor made him shoot two loads of cum before he moved on. Oliver passed out for the first time when Luthor began tickling his ribs, both sides at the same time. Luthor just brought him around with smelling salts and kept up the tickling. Oliver pissed himself again when Luthor found his most ticklish spot: his armpits. After a half-hour of pit tickling, Oliver passed out for the second time. More smelling salts. More pit tickling. Oliver truly believed that Luthor was going to tickle him to death!
What Oliver couldn’t have known was that Luthor had discovered a streak of sadism within himself that he hadn’t known existed. He was seriously turned on by tickling Oliver! By the time Oliver had passed out for the second time, Luthor had already shot off in his Tommy Hilfigers three times. He had no intention of stopping now!
Just as Luthor had started tickling Oliver’s left pit with one hand and Oliver’s balls with the other, and Oliver’s vision was going black for the third time, a tremendous crash made Luthor stop tickling and look around. At that moment, Clark’s iron fist found its mark on Luthor’s jaw, sending him into unconsciousness.
“I’m so, so sorry, my love,” Clark cooed in Oliver’s ear as he ripped the restraints holding his lover’s body and caught him as he collapsed. “I heard the panic button you triggered inside Luthor’s building, but I was battling my Bizarro alter ego in the Australian outback. I had to finish him off before I could fly back here to rescue you.”
Clark placed a tender kiss on his exhausted lover’s lips. “But don’t worry, my darling. We’re not going to let Luthor get away with this. By the time we’re finished with him, he’s going to BEG us to take him to prison! Here’s my plan..”
~ THE END ~